That is just way too cool. Great story, every little bus like this needs a family like that.

Yeah, I hate when the intake manifold leaks from the back. I've had to do it twice myself, and much swearing and bitching ensued. I always have a hard time getting valve covers to not leak. Use sealant, don't use sealant because it's a cork gasket, both either work or don't work. Even if I do the same thing, the results vary. Just one of those things.

This thing is freakin' amazing. If I didn't live in Arizona, lived someplace that actually has water, I'd love one of these.

An older couple up the street has a boxy mid sixties Chevy van that some mental patient equipped with the complete running gear from like a '72 Cadillac. It even has the Caddy's front bumper. It's sick. I want it. It's probably a good thing that they're out of town most of the time.

Bat country. Bad juju.

Long Shots. Simple, concise, and to the point.

That reminds me of the old story of GM having to rebadge the Chevy Nova when they went to sell it Mexico. No va of course means Won't Go. I don't know if the story's true, but it's fun to tell.

Back in the eighties in Salt Lake, there was a similar creep. He was called The Worm, and dressed like Ol' Scratch himself, in a red costume and cape, and had hair horns, too. He used to hang out near the Mormon Temple, and just be a regular pain in the ass. The Mormons hated him because he mocked them mercilessly, the cops hated him because he was always up to some shit and getting his ass busted, but all the punks hanging around downtown loved him because of his lousy attitude and for being a constant source of entertainment. The dude would climb big statues, in the middle of the winter (Like the one of Brigham Young on Main and South Temple), and get naked up there while flipping off the cops, who in turn were forced to climb up there and drag him back down, when they'd rather be in their nice warm cop cars drinking coffee. What's not to love about that?

Good call. These bikes were well respected, in their day. I had a Chaparral, with pretty much the same engine, a Fuji. Several brands of Japanese small bikes used those little two strokers, and they were bulletproof. I'd love to have this bike.

Yeah, Longroofian, I'm with you. I always liked these boxy Caprices, even before I started working for a cab company that used them. I imagine this example has the 305, which is lackluster. We don't have emissions here, so I'd swap it out for a 350, with all the requisite goodies, with no smog and dual exhaust. Then drive the hell out of it. We used to routinely get 500,000 miles out of these cars, and that's while beating on them like redheaded stepchildren.